The Journey into Texas

The wind whipping his black cape he rode to the cliffs, slower now, as Blackjack was getting older.  They stood near the edge of the cliffs.  Adams eyes were skimming the Irish Sea from side to side watching the swelling and movement of the dark waters.  The clipper was barely visible and Adam’s eyes became fixed on it.  The ship was getting smaller and farther out to sea.  Thinking only of his siblings, Sean and Colleen, he knew they had to leave Ireland or they would never own land to support them.  Adam rarely smiled anymore.  His thoughts turned to his father, Joseph Patrick Callagy and his mother Fiona Callagy, now both deceased.  His duty lay heavy on him.  The vessel was gone from his view and he wondered where it was bound for and how many places would the clipper sail to.

Adam Joseph Callagy was dressed all in black, trousers, shirt, boots and the black woolen cape that his dear beloved mother had sewn. She had cut the pattern and stitched the wool cloth until the cape was finished.  So many years past or so it seemed.

His long black curly hair gleamed in the fading sunlight, the tendrils coiling around his ears and neck.   His eyes the shade of the deep-sea waters, turning a steely blue when angered.  Adam stood six feet tall, weighing one hundred and ninety pounds with broad shoulders and sinuous muscles, which gave him agility with great strength.  His complexion was pale with full lips tinged of pale purple.  Adam’s shapely eyebrows defined the long thick black eyelashes and fine straight nose.  He was blessed with straight teeth and the hue of his lips accentuated the whiteness of them.  In one month he would be twenty-two years old.